Perhaps you have tasted the salty tang Of the air blown in from the sea, And heard the rattle and noise and bang Of the great Bay steamer's motley gang Cheering lustily: Cheering to see the steamer glide Into her waiting place With the confident air of a Queen of the Tide And a sea-gull's winged grace. "Heave ho, stand back there—throw the gang"! Excitement running high, And always the rattle and steady clang, The freight tumbling down with a mighty bang, The wagons hurrying by; The soft-voiced, dusky drivers Guiding their horses through The narrow, cobbled muddy streets With a friendly shout or two. Here is a salty, wind-blown world— A world of mystery Where giant steamers wait their turn To sail ahead and swiftly churn The water furiously; A world of noise and clatter, Of rattle and shout and bang, But a world that leads to the open sea And the sea-wind's salty tang. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LET ME NOT LOSES MY DREAM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WHERE? by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE YOUNG WARRIOR by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON MARJORIE'S WOOING by EMMA LAZARUS MERELY STATEMENT by AMY LOWELL SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: REV. LEMUEL WILEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |